Camael watched the man carefully for a moment. He was keeping something from her, and whatever it was, she wanted to know. But he was right. There were more important things at hand. They came to Abaddon's house for a reason. The demon's secrets could be pushed aside for a moment.

She nodded her acceptance and took a few steps towards Abaddon, carefully erasing any form of personal space between them. "To speak to the Creator is to open up your heart to His unlimited goodness," she said, her words a mere whisper. She placed her hand on Abaddon's chest and closed her eyes. "There is so much hatred inside you. It's near impossible for you to speak to the Creator." Her eyes fluttered open as her lips curved into a small smirk. "But that's why I'm here."

With no other warning, she broke the few inches that stood between them and pressed their lips together, giving Abaddon's soul a jump-start of pure angelic light in the only way she knew how to.